The rivers and lakes can't stand it

When it was getting late, Qiu Zhuoxue went shopping in the street.

There is a night market in Linjiang City in the past few days, pedestrians come and go, it is very lively, the autumn snow seems to be aimless, just looking around, then suddenly stopped, bought a pearl hairpin and put it in the sleeve, the workmanship of the pearl hairpin Rough and simple, only Zhuhua took some thought.

It's hard to imagine that Qiu Zhuoxue would buy such a thing as a gift.

Most importantly, it was his money.

Yue Mijin followed behind him, always felt that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy, wishing to grab Qiu Zhuoxue and bite him hard.

Unexpectedly, a pearl hairpin is not the end, Qiu Zhuoxue has bought a lot of rouge and gouache, these little bits and pieces, and they almost have to make a set, as if there is a big girl waiting in the inn They go back to dress up.

Now the more confused he is, the less jealous he is, his brows are getting more and more wrinkled, and he has vaguely realized what Qiu Zhuoxue is going to do.

After Qiu Zhuoxue bought these things, the hidden pocket of her sleeve could no longer fit, so she handed a box of rouge to Yue Mijin's hand, and said with a slight smile, "Brother Yue, help me carry it."

Only then did he hold a box of rouge in his hands, and then he threw on a few pens and a handkerchief, and when he came to his senses, his hands were full.

Fortunately, although the rouge in this small stall is not a good product, the aroma is not strong or bad, and the more confused it is, the less annoying it is.

After Qiu Zhuoxue finished buying a lot of things, he took Yue Mijin and sat outside a noodle restaurant stall. The stall was very small, with only two tables and five benches. The two of them waited for the tables to be cleared and sat down, and ordered two bowls of shredded chicken. Braised noodles, meat toppings.

There is a bowl of red oil on the table, the red pepper is fried, there is not much left, I think that the business in Linjiang City is prosperous, many pedestrians come from all over the world, and the stalls always have spicy oil for Sichuan people to satisfy their hunger.

Yue Mijin steadily put his hands full of odds and ends on the table, and arranged them neatly, waiting to eat noodles. When he looked up, he saw Qiu Zhuoxue raised his hands to support his face, looking at him with a half-smile, and couldn't help being surprised: "Why?" ?”

Qiu Zhuoxue blinked and said: "Brother Yue is really an honest man, if it were me, I would say that it is too troublesome to put these things away, and I can't spare my hands."

"I can't spare my hands..." Yue Mijin frowned, "You want two bowls of noodles for one person?"

He lowered his eyes carefully and stared at Qiu Zhuoxue's abdomen, as if he was considering whether it could hold two bowls of noodles, the answer was obviously yes, then he looked solemn, frowned and said: "Eating too much at night is not good for your health. "

Qiu Zhuoxue was about to die of laughter, when the shredded chicken noodle was served, he added the last red oil to himself, and the noodle soup was immediately dyed red, he smiled and said: "There is no reason why brother Yue should not eat it , you get something for Qiumou, how could Qiumou repay her kindness like this, of course I will feed you."

Yue Mijin remained silent, just when Qiu Zhuoxue was wondering if he was teasing too much, he suddenly buried his head and took a sip of the soup, as if realizing that he had missed the opportunity and refused to admit defeat, he racked his brains to come up with a response: "Your chopsticks Too spicy."

His expression was serious, like a little boy.

Qiu Zhuoxue: "..."

"It seems that Qiu has never been able to figure out what Brother Yue is thinking in his entire life." Qiu Zhuoxue never expected to get such an answer, her shoulders shrugged, she couldn't help laughing, and the noodles slipped on the chopsticks He slid back and forth, but fortunately, his hand was very steady, and the noodles did not fall back into the bowl after all.

The red oil is indeed very spicy, Qiu Zhuoxue ate it so much that his throat was burning, his cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead. He ate the noodles while wiping the sweat, and said with a wry smile: "It's really too spicy, but fortunately Brother Yue didn't try it. try."

Yue Mijin looked at his bright face, flushed cheeks, stood up silently, went to the stall next door to buy him a bowl of mung bean soup, and said after a long while, "Relieve the spicy."

"Fortunately, brother Yue freed up two hands." Qiu Zhuoxue narrowed her eyes slightly, her mouth still refused to be honest, holding a bowl of sweet soup and said, "Otherwise, Qiumou will fall in this stall today up."

That is really a great noodle stall, a great red oil.

The death of the people in the tavern last night was unjust, if they had stewed a pot of chili, maybe Qiu Zhuoxue would have been captured without a fight.

Yue Mijin silently bought a piece of floral cloth to wrap up these odds and ends, and asked Qiu Zhuoxue to put the ones in the sleeves together and make them into a bundle. Hearing this, his expression was light: "I know, if you are gone I can't move an inch in the rivers and lakes, so I don't need to say more."

Qiu Zhuoxue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, whether it was from suppressed laughter or from being scorched, she nodded again and again, and said solemnly: "Brother Yue, don't take it seriously, this is what Qiu said from the bottom of his heart."

Although Yue Mijin didn't take it seriously, he still found it useful. Suddenly someone pushed his arm, and saw half a bowl of mung bean soup being pushed over by Qiu Zhuoxue. He beckoned to the boss for a new spoon, and said with a slight smile, "That's it!" The mung bean soup tastes very good, you should try it too."

The taste of the mung bean soup is very clear, the sweetness is not strong, there is probably ice at the bottom, it does not taste warm at all, it is still cold, the beans have been stewed soft and rotten, and it melts when you sip it, you can eat half a bowl of mung bean soup clean.

I don't know if it's because Qiu Zhuoxue's lips are too red, she obviously changed the spoon, but the more confused she always felt, the tip of her tongue felt a little painful and spicy.

When the two of them had eaten and drank enough, the evening market had just become lively, and the two of them had already decided to go home.

On the way back to the inn, a peddler passed by with a wheelbarrow, selling pea yellow and kidney bean rolls. Qiu Zhuoxue made a good start and asked for two yuan each, which only cost three Wen.

"It tastes good." Qiu Zhuoxue cut half a piece with a bamboo stick and tasted it carefully, then turned her head to share with Yue Mijin, and passed the oiled paper, "Brother Yue, do you want to eat?"

Yue Mijin lifted the burden, he didn't look like a traveler, with a calm face, it looked like he was holding a human head, he said flatly: "I can't free my hand."

This appearance is not begging for food, but seems to be asking for someone's life.

"Well, yes." Qiu Zhuoxue laughed hoarsely, her eyes turned around him, her voice gradually softened, "It can be seen that Brother Yue is really inconvenient."

Insert the remaining half piece with a bamboo stick and feed it into Yue Mijin's mouth. This hawker is much more conscientious than the mung bean soup owner.

One of them was carrying a bag, the other was holding oiled paper, like ordinary travelers in the mundane world. The more confused they were, the more they couldn't tell what it was like, but they felt a little novel and interesting.

The four small cakes were eaten on the way, and the inn arrived soon. Qiu Zhuoxue stretched his waist lazily, looking very happy. When he was going up the stairs, he suddenly took Yue Mijin's hand He turned his head and said with a smile: "Wait for me in the room for a while, okay?"

We have all come back from outside, shall we meet again tonight?

Yue Maze was confused, but he didn't ask anything: "Okay."

About half an hour later, the coffin board appeared in the world again, and it was turned into the window of the maze.

This was the first time Yue Mijin had seen a coffin board, and felt a little strange.

Even though he has the same face, at first glance, he looks completely different from Qiu Zhuoxue. Not only is he sick, but his hands and feet seem to be somewhat inflexible, and even his voice is different.

Qiu Zhuoxue's voice is always very soft, gently rippling like spring water, and like honey, soft and sweet, but not greasy.

But the voice of the coffin board was like a poisonous snake, hoarse and low, reminiscent of a dry desert, but when he played the tone, it was like a dark and damp moss pile, rough and cold.

"The bigger hero." The coffin patted Yue Mijin's wrist with a stern look, "As long as you obey me obediently, I guarantee you can make a fortune."

This expression doesn't look like a sick child, but like a pervert.

Yue Mijin let him touch his hands around, and said coldly: "The whereabouts of the rouge and gouache are already clear at a glance, but I want to know what the pearl hairpin will be used for?"

"Oh, what a sour smell." The coffin board coughed twice, and looked at him pitifully, "Look at me, who has half of his foot buried in the ground, what else can he think?"

Yue Mijin raised his eyebrows: "...Aren't you thinking about me right now?"

Although his face is tender, his majesty does not diminish in the slightest. He looks very upright. If there is a weak person sitting across from him, he will probably faint from fright at this moment.

"How can it be the same for the Great Hero?" The coffin board was completely unaffected, and he squeezed his index finger slowly without looking at him, his voice became rougher and rougher, it could be heard that he was deliberately changing his voice, adjusting it Voice line, "Didn't the great hero have heard of: If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost?"

I have heard it, but there are no people who use it on him.

Yue Mijin was about to speak when he suddenly heard Qiu Zhuoxue say: "Hey, by the way, I used this voice in the cornucopia before. I ate spicy food tonight, so I was almost inaccurate."

Speaking of the cornucopia, Yue Mijin already understood that the windfall that Qiu Zhuoxue mentioned must be the mission reward for Miss Lanzhu, but he didn't know what he was going to do.

Qiu Zhuoxue stood up with a smile on her face, and happily bit her index finger that was getting more and more confused. The tip of her teeth scraped sharply, and it was not painful. go."

Yue Mijin's complexion did not change at all, and he didn't even frown, he just said coldly: "It's best that the reward is not too much, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that I will be the one who will be the next one to move his mind."

Qiu Zhuoxue staggered when she heard the words, her left foot knocked on the threshold, her whole body almost flew out, she wobbled around in the corridor for a few times, she finally stabilized her figure, now she finally looked like a consumptive ghost up.

Yue Mijin stared at his back, then suddenly laughed after a long while, shook his head and said: "What are you talking about, just wait and see what happens, you will be a ghost when you are free."

Of course he knows that this matter does not need him at all, Qiu Zhuoxue came here just to stay with him, even if it was just to say a few words.

Yue Mijin suddenly didn't really want to bite Qiu Zhuoxue, but just wanted to kiss him.

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